in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The tree, alas, is long forgotten in Danta's mind (the Hanging Tree anyway; he's still got very good and relevant memories of the ones in Ludo's Woods), and the second Asta's hips rock into him, he's already unravelling beneath the touch of his hands. "You can make anything fun when you're in this sort of mood," he purrs, flashing a fanged grin as the butcher sits back, giving Danta time to tug his oversized shirt over his head and toss it aside.
A good move, as it turns out, because suddenly there's icing swiped from his lower lip down to the hollow of his throat, and his question tapers into little more than a soft, surprised sound of enjoyment as Asta moves in. Tipping his head back a fraction and closing his eyes to better focus on the feel of a hot tongue dragging across his skin, Danta's back arches automatically, his hands fisting against Asta's shirt, and a breathless laugh breaks from his lips.
"I say you have the best ideas," he whispers, tilting his head back down so he might direct the other man to the icing leftover; at this rate, he might develop a sweet tooth of his own yet.
A good move, as it turns out, because suddenly there's icing swiped from his lower lip down to the hollow of his throat, and his question tapers into little more than a soft, surprised sound of enjoyment as Asta moves in. Tipping his head back a fraction and closing his eyes to better focus on the feel of a hot tongue dragging across his skin, Danta's back arches automatically, his hands fisting against Asta's shirt, and a breathless laugh breaks from his lips.
"I say you have the best ideas," he whispers, tilting his head back down so he might direct the other man to the icing leftover; at this rate, he might develop a sweet tooth of his own yet.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
